Tormented Tarns i

Lane continued to weave in and out of the underbrush, making sure to rotate the stick in her mouth so that the webs wrapped around the end in layers, one sheet after the other. She would have continued on her merry way, never knowing how close her path had come to crossing with the stranger's, but her path forward was blocked by a gigantic fallen tree. Lane shuddered to imagine the ferocity of the storm that had brought such an enormity to the ground.  

With her way forward blocked, Lane turned back. Her gaze swept out over the tarns, and she caught sight of the other traveler hustling across one of the strands of exposed land. Lane had no way of knowing that the stranger was moving quickly in a deliberate attempt to avoid interaction with the Web-Collecting Nutjob of the Tarns, so she let out a low, amicable woof. Her communication was somewhat garbled by the stick on her mouth, but her friendly intentions were clear enough.